"It's just been a good week," Sister Theresa said when school let out.

Sister Theresa looked at her a long moment.

Sister Theresa walked her to the gate that led to the world outside.

Those bars were the last things Sister Theresa saw each night before she fell asleep.

Sister Theresa nodded, shrugged, and made room on the pew.

"Rose came back," Sister Theresa admitted in a small voice.

Sister Theresa became aware of someone staring at the back of her neck.

Sister Theresa knew it was time to set the hook.

Sister Theresa couldn't keep herself from looking for the necklace, or realizing that it was gone.

I don't know why Sister Theresa loved it so much.